Trixie was from Dixie

Down Alabama way in the heart of Dixie Land I met-up with Trixie. Through a friend of a friend we were introduced and took up correspondence over the internet. Had been talking with “Trixie” back and forth online for weeks and it was about time to get-on over for a face to face and look see in person.

I flew in to Birmingham about midnight a little hung-over from all the flight delays on the way. Headed to Trixie’s place out by the Talladega National Forest, (the East side of Birmingham.) She described her humble adobe as “contemporary redneck chic,” whatever that is, I couldn’t wait to see and her too. First I needed some wheels, found a nice new blue convertible Mustang in the long term parking lot — I might be able to return it before the owners knew it was gone. (grn) I’ll take real good care of it.

My first time in Alabama that night, as you might expect I got lost a couple of times on the way to her place, thank goodness for cell phones and compasses. Finally arrived around 2 AM to a gal sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair, with a five gallon bucket full of iced downed beers by her side. With out getting up, she hollowed, “get your ass out of that car and over here to give me a kiss, then you can have one of these here beers.” What was a boy to do but comply. Already, I had a new respect for her and liked her even more than before.

Around 5 AM, she fixed up a breakfast of; ham, eggs, biscuits, re-eye gravy, with home-made jam on the side. (Yumo.) As the sun broke the horizon we bedded down for some rest and relaxation. We were so comfortable with each other, after all the e-mails between us, it was if we were old lovers getting reacquainted. Most of the next day was spent in our underwear planning a trip. Never going any further than the front or back-yard, heck, the closet neighbors were a couple of miles away, (not that she was modest or anything.) We were making plans for the best road trip ever.

We decided that; roadhouses, barbecue joints, dives and honky-tonks were at the top of the list of things to do. And if we felt like it, we might fit in some cultural activities along the way. We headed West from her place to see where the Crimsom Tide rolls, (roll tide roll).  From Tuscaloosa, southeast back-roads down towards Montgomery, driving through another part of the Talladega National Forest. Stopping at ever roadside joint that looked interesting.

From Montgomery southwest, we were head to the Gulf of Mexico by way of Mobile for a swim, (this was before the oil spill.) Dauphin Island was the destination — she had a new condo down there that need to be christened she said. Why she never mentioned this before then I do not know, maybe it was a girlie surprise thing. About that time the song, “Dixieland Delight,” buy Alabama came on the radio; “one arm on the wheel… Holdin my Lover … with the other …  a sweet soft southern thrill… Couldn’t feel better … I’m together … with my dixieland delight.” — really it came on at just the right time. (grn)- (sorta story-bookish.) Punched that blue pony’s pedal to the floor, sailing South at full gallop with all the horse-power available.

To make this long story a little shorter — the trip was grand, a great place on the beach with a killer view. In a two piece swim suite she was easy on the eyes too. How might I describe “Trixie”? The phrase most often out of her mouth was, “Hell Yeah.” Do ya want to?; (fill in the blank) — more often than not the reply was “Hell Yeah.” She was so much fun to be with.

A Southern drawl so sweet when she purred it would bring the hardest-headed man to her way of think’n. So much charm you never knew if you had been hood-winked. All kinds of nice and just as naughty. A lady when she wanted to be and a hell cat when she chose to be. An attractive dark-haired petite lady who didn’t know she was small. Quick witted, as sharp toughed as the devil himself, flare-up faster than a rattlesnake if threatened. Modest, humble and generous. A real dixieland delight — to coin a phrase. (grn)- ~ Juan Corbett ~.

When I think of Trixie I often break into that classic song of the South:
I wish I was in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land.
In Dixie Land where I was born in, early on a frosty mornin’,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie Land.
Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! hooray!
In Dixie Land I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie,
Away, away, away down South in Dixie.

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